Mother of God

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No matter in which hand or in what language Allah is spoken, the heart of the hearer is filled with sorrow and excitement. Is there a mother in this world who does not say Allah ?! Allah gives strength to the future boy and shame and chastity to the girl! Mothers, as Allah says, preserve the memory of the nation!

Allah is a lullaby sung from birth to the birth of a child. It is also widely sung in folklore. Exercises such as putting the baby in a blanket, putting him in a crib, putting him to sleep, taking the awake child off the blanket will be decorated with melodies, beautiful melodic words. Such heartfelt songs were also liked by the child. It is these poetic textures that are associated with various events and ceremonies, and this song is called the song of God.

Below we bring you the famous gods.

God willing, my dear child,

Listen, God

Slowly listening to the sweet allam,

Sleep, God

To the water that drips into your eyes

Don't be surprised, God

Luckily you grow up,

Don't worry, God

Your future is bright,

I'm so cute, alla-ya

Luckily you grow up,

Don't worry, God

You are a memory of my love,

My golden lamb, alla-yo

Don't let me down,

My blind eye, alla

God, God, God

* * *

My child, my child,

How apricot kernels, alla.

Sweeter than sugar, alla,

My child’s child, alla.

A cave of grapes in the garden, alla,

The baby deer in the mountains, alla.

Ukpipida in the skull, alla,

Whose grandson is this, alla.

Asaka way ball maple, alla.

The children whip the horse, alla.

From the language of "grandmother", alla,

Obinovvot drops, alla.

God, God has a covenant, God,

There is a reclining throne, alla.

He has a father, he has a mother, God,

This child is lucky, alla.

Don't go around, alla

Look at the stars, alla.

If your parents are flowers, God,

The bud itself, alla.

My mountain flower, alla,

My nightingale at home, alla.

Mother leaf, alla,

My baby is soft, alla.

The cradle of apples, alla

Take it, father, alla.

The cradle of quinces, alla.

God bless you, Grandma.

I remember God, God.

The swing is next to me, alla,

Mom says alla, alla,

From his grandson's horse, alla.

* * *

Learn from yourself, alla,

Out of your eyes like a candle, alla.

Obinovvot drops, alla,

From the word ‘grandmother’, alla.

Let's go around, God,

My lamp is burning in the house, alla.

If my friend sees, reconcile, alla,

My weapon to my enemy, alla.

Pencil eyebrows, alla,

Let the potters turn, alla.

Humor in your eyes, alla,

Let the humor turn, alla.

From the pinched nose, alla,

Let the chimpanzees turn, alla.

From your mouth like an angel, alla,

God bless you.

From the palm of your hand, alla,

Let the bells ring, alla.

From the bed of your bed, alla,

Let the Turkmen hands turn, alla.

From the cradle band, alla,

Let the hands of Baghdad turn, alla.

Cradle the apricot tree, alla,

God damn it, God.

Cradle of mulberry wood, alla,

God bless you, mother.

The cradle of jihad, alla,

Don't be disgusted, sister.

The cradle of apricots, alla,

Plays brother, alla.

Babalaki boppisi var, alla,

He has a skullcap on his head, alla.

Kayvoni has a grandmother, alla,

Sarkori has a grandfather, alla.

* * *

Shall I take the moon, alla,

Shall I take the day, alla,

Belanchaging per head, alla,

Will Sarah pick flowers, God?

God, say, kiss, God,

Let me find your comparison, alla.

If you say "bread" out of your mouth, alla,

Let me cover the cake every day, alla.

The golden cradle, alla,

I'll take the silver cradle, alla.

Under my child, alla,

Make a velvet bed, alla.

My mother, my mother, alla,

I am burning for my child, alla.

If my child grows up in peace, alla.

I bleed for dreams, alla.

From a red flower twig, alla.

I'll put a belt around your waist, alla.

My hair is made of fiber, alla,

I'll tie the knot, alla.

I'll put it next to me, alla,

I'll put this next to me, alla.

You are as sweet as a flower, alla,

Let me smell it, alla.

God willing, you will spread, God,

You smile, God.

If I grow up to be a wrestler, God,

You're good for a day, God.

The tip of my soul, my child, alla,

The power of mercy is my child, alla.

* * *

Alla, alla, oppogim, alla,

My leaf in the flower, alla.

A branch of a red flower, alla,

That's why your mother, alla.

You are my flower garden, alla,

You are a mountain to lean on, alla.

On dark nights, alla,

You are the lamp I lit, alla.

Whiter than milk, wetter than flowers, alla,

There is no misling in this world, alla.

The sultan of my sons, alla,

We missed you. that's my soul, alla.

The golden crown of my dreams, alla,

My soul is the duty of it, alla.

God, my child is my market, God,

If I pay attention, I write, alla.

Sleep, my eyes are full of humor, alla,

Rest in peace, God willing.

My handkerchief from the white king, alla,

Increase your white face, alla.

Cholpon, close your eyes, my dear,

I'll tell you, God.

The flowers in my garden, alla,

Let him sleep until he is full, alla,

The blue flower is a star, alla,

The moon is bright alone, alla.

Moon - face, star - eyes, alla,

This girl is so sweet, God.

Alla, alla oppog'im, alla,

My leaf in the flower, alla.

The leaves do not wither, alla,

God forbid.